Mother always said to keep your ghosts close, so he did. They were all here, resting peacefully in the mellow pond behind his house.
Mother would be proud of his collection, but there was room for a couple more. He already knew who to add next, the elderly Mrs Gardener. She was so nice to him. She would make an excellent ghost.
Too bad it was such an ordeal to get a new one into the pond, they always thrashed around something fierce. He didn’t like that part, it disturbed the other ghosts.
They all settled in eventually, though.
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers, 7 October 2016.
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